NERTHUS
“Did you use to come here with your teenage girlfriend?” I ask with a giggle, and he looks out of the window, avoiding my gaze.
But I can see his smirk.
“Are you introducing yourself as Aria to everyone now because you know I hate the name?”
I groan, slumping against the leather seat. “Come on! You have to stop answering my questions with one of yours.”
He clears his throat as he shifts in his seat. “I didn’t have a teenage girlfriend, Nerthus.”
“Why not?” I ask, getting a frown.
“Did you?”
I wrinkle my nose as I feel disgusted for some reason. “Touche.”
His deep chuckle gets me to smile, and I lean my head against the leather as I turn towards him fully, pulling my legs up.
He let me drive outside the city, and we reached a lookout point with a nice view over trees and a waterfall flowing into a river.
I am quite positive that this is a spot for the kids to make out in peace, but until now, we seem to be alone.
“So?” He asks, tilting his head at me, tearing me out of my thoughts.
“Huh?”
“You didn’t answer my question.” He says with his frown back dominating his expression.
I giggle, as I shift and pull at my skirt. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He seems amused as I roll my eyes.
“Yes,” I finally admit, pressing my tongue to my upper teeth. “I used to give out different names, but I just love the way you hate Aria.”
He laughs out loud, its rumble vibrating through my skin, reaching my heart immediately.
“I don’t hate Aria,” he finally says, his head propped on his fist as he looks outside. “I just like Nerthus more.”
Lowering my gaze, I continue to play with the fabric of my skirt. I jerk up as his hand suddenly enters my line of sight, reaching for a strand of my hair. As he starts playing with it, wrapping it around his finger, I look up to see him following his hand’s movement with his void look.
I am surprised how comfortable I feel about him invading my space without talking. We stay in comfortable silence, and I let him twirl my hair around his finger all he wants. I actually enjoy watching him as he is concentrated on his movements.
The soft gracing of my breast through the fabric and the gentle tug of my hair contrast with our usual interactions.
Biting my bottom lip, I decide to push my luck, risking getting him to take his distance once again. “If we were to go to a beach restaurant, would you walk along the beach with me?”
He looks up with his brow raised, and I chuckle, “Through the sand, I mean.”
“Is this about Owen?” He asks, making me groan.
“Don’t think about him. Just answer my question.”
Letting go of me, he clicks his tongue and I suddenly feel panic wafting over me. “Would you come back working for me if I did?”
I exhale annoyed, lowering my gaze again. “Ah, forget it.”
“Why?” I hate how he stays so calm while he sets my insides on fire.
“Because I won’t come back to work for you, Arawn.”
He distorts his face, giving me once again a feeling of being nuts. “Why not?”
“I’m already being booked by someone else,” I say lowly, getting him to lean closer, my gaze rising to meet his.
I gulp as he growls. “Is it Owen, and his sandy beach?”
“Stop being petty,” I whisper, and he smirks.
“I’m not being petty, Nerthus. I just don’t like having other men touch my property.” His eyes move down to my breasts slowly before he raises them back to mine. “I should be the only one who gets you to flash these flirtatiously.”
“I’m not your property!” I breathe out, my throat closing like it was against me uttering those words.
His eyes fall onto my lips shortly before he meets my gaze again, grimacing. “Is Owen the reason, you won’t work for me again?”
“No,” I shake my head, lowering my gaze as I scoop closer to him. “You dissolved the contract.”
“But I begged you for forgiveness. I said I had made a mistake. I told you that we needed to talk.”
Lifting my hand, I put it on his chest, moving it up to his shoulder. “You didn’t beg.”
“Nerthus…” He growls, and I shrug, still avoiding his gaze.
“I’m just saying,” I say lowly.
He tsks but doesn’t move away from me, and I look up at him, not wanting to lose his proximity. “What do you want, by the way?”
As his expression gets confused, I laugh. “You fulfilled my wish, so… What is yours?”
Shaking his head, he can’t prevent his sly grin from growing on his lips. “I want a video.”
“A video.” I stare at him agape.
He leans closer, and I wrap my arms around his neck instinctively, as he starts kissing my neck. “Yes. One with your extra purring.”
I laugh as he has already pushed me back into the driver’s seat and pushed my skirt up. As he starts kissing me, he slips his fingers into my panties, letting them glide to my throbbing pussy. I moan against his lips as he moves up and down my wet folds, teasing my clit pleasurably. Him circling it and stroking it gives me a taste of what he would do to me with his tongue, only getting me to lose my mind faster at the thought.
“Want to make a tape for me?” He asks with a smirk right as he increases his rhythm on my clit, getting me to come on his fingers. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
He chuckles, as he captures my lips again. “Fuck! I should have asked if you wanted to work for me again.”
I laugh between our kisses, still trying to catch my breath. As he moves down to sink his fingers into my wet pussy, I try to open his pants, but he stops me. Holding my hands up my head against the cold leather, he shakes his head as he pushes two fingers into me. “I’m not good at begging.”
Letting me scream in pleasure, he watches me enjoy his fingers. I risk coming on the spot as I put my heels onto the seat, pushing my core further for him to penetrate me better, and he licks his lips.
He takes the invitation as he should and as he shifts onto his knees as much as he can due to the confined space, he goes wild, plunging into me mercilessly.
I come with a loud scream, repeating his name several times as I climb down my wonderful high. He keeps moving his fingers in and out of me, letting me experience my high fully, as he has his gaze fixed on my face.
I’m still catching my breath as he clenches and unclenches his jaw.
“If I were to get a kiss from you. I would walk with you to wherever you want me to. I don’t care if it’s over sand, gravel, or embers.”